rushing with the river: by Hán Ruì Yǎ

it is a dark starry night
he holds my hand so tight
splashing river is so bright
as ripples of diamonds in sight.

we run over the crunchy leaves
flop plop in the mud to reach
a boat at the bank of river
fastened but floating with fervor.

he jumps in the boat so quick
and pulls me with such brisk
so waves swoosh and swirl
and whispering breeze to trees
who rustle with joy and zeal.

he paddles the boat with struggle
some pebbles I pick as treasure
blue moon beholds us and smiles
our endless journey now begins.


To hear the poet’s reading of this work, click on the arrow of the audio player below:

To read more poetry by Hán Ruì Yǎ, you can find her here at All Poetry or find both poetry and prose at her wordpress blog Becoming Confucius.

By bonniemcclellan

Mother, poet, american ex-pat from Texas living in Northern Italy.


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